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daemoninwhiteround2 · 3 years

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I saw your tag about a "foursome from way back when" and I'm 👀👀👀

"They're drugged," Tim pants, reminding himself even as he can't keep himself from grinding up against the glass wall. It's cool and hard and what he wouldn't give to be able to get his hands on warm, living skin and-

Jason and Kon continue to ignore him. They are drugged, after all.

Bruce was off in space so Tim had invited Kon over, unable to continue to resist the urge to show off his den to the omega he's courting. Kon had... Maybe there were some wires crossed, some miscommunication somewhere along the line, because Kon had come dressed in work clothes and asked who they were staking out and well. Tim hadn't been able to just say, no, I invited you here to see my den, look at how well I'd be able to provide for you. So he'd privately thanked every god that he stalked kept up to date on all his family's cases and frantically texted Dick that he and Kon were coming to assist with his stake out.

It had actually been going pretty well. Jason had shown up and that had allowed Tim to make some leading comments - he knows that, like him, when people see Nightwing and Red Hood together, they assume the wrong dynamics. But Dick is good for Jason, and Tim could be good for Kon, he could, if he could just find the words to-

And then Kon had whispered that he saw weapons in the warehouse. Serious weapons. The type that the Bats really can't afford to let out into the streets. The warehouse had appeared deserted and so they'd all dropped down and that's when they'd triggered the trap.

Bullets had started flying at them from every direction - Tim had heard the distinctive sound of Jason's hood cracking - and they'd been driven apart and then-

A glass box had unfolded from the ground, a wall slides up the middle, divided them into Jason and Kon on one side and Tim and Dick on the other. Tim darted over and slammed his staff into the wall that seperated them. There's a dull clang and nothing. Not even the thinest of spiderweb cracks.

The bullets stopped and a bunch of people had melted out of the shadows, one applauding sarcastically before giving the usual supervillain spiel. Blah blah you Bats have interfered in my business for the last time blah blah blah I'm so evil and uncaring about other people so long as I get money and or power blah blah blah you'll rip each other to shreds.

That last one had been a new one and Tim had actually started paying attention.

Kon was hovering inches above the ground in the way he only did when he was anxious. Jason had ditched the hood, but he'd been wearing a domino underneath, luckily. He only had a couple of scratches on his cheek, he didn't have those before the fight so Tim guesses they must've been where the bullet impacted and cracked the hood.

And then there'd been a hissing sound and Kon and Jason's container had started visibly filling with gas.

The villain laughed. "Funny thing about rutting alphas," they said, auidbly gleeful. "They'll test down anything between them and a heating omega."

And that's when Tim had realised that there's must be some sort of cracks because he can see the gas seeping into their side and

And

And everyone always thinks that Jason and Kon are alphas but they're not.

They're omegas.

And omegas don't see other omegas as competition during a heat. They won't tear each other apart. They'll comfort each other.

Tim's smelt Kon's heat before. But never like this, never so immediate, never when Kon's in the middle of a full in breeding heat and Tim's rapidly descending into the matching rut. He smells amazing, like every good thing in the world but there's also something sharp, something, hah, alien.

Tim wants to fuck him so bad. Wants to fuck them both. Wants to see them whimper and whine and get fat with his pups.

Kon touches Jason first. Tim's faintly aware of cheers, the villain and goons must think they're about to get front row tickets to Red Hood vs a Kryptonian but

But Kon kisses him. Filthy. Open mouthed. Groans into it when Jason grabs hold of his ass and hauls him close and presses one thick thigh between Kon's.

Tim grinds up against the glass again and whines. He doesn't care if they're drugged, that's two of the hottest omegas he's ever seen in real life and they're making out.

Just like in his dreams.

Tim needs to be with them.

And then a big, hit hand grabs the nap of his neck and throws him across the cell. Tim slams into the opposite wall and slides down it.

Rutting alphas will tear each other apart to get to a heating omega.

And Dick and Tim are both alphas.

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